Fun afternoon

My married woman died a class ago, ad I've been halfway looking for someone to be with to combat the loneliness, but hadn't found anyone that I wanted to have a lasting relationship with. I jut spent all morning chatting online with two women that were too anxious to get their hooking in me. Yes, I was chatting with both at the same time, and they knew I was chatting with another charwoman as well. Since I don't have any relationship at all tight now, I don't think it's wrong to hold in out Thomas More than one at a time.

I'm horny, and tired of being cooped up in the household all the time, so I volunteered to take my grandson to figure out. He's a pedigree salesclerk at the local grocery store mart. I let him out at the front threshold, and decided to loop around the parking lot as I left When I got to the vertebral column of the lot, furthest from the store, I noticed a near middle aged man, neatly dressed, that appeared to be in annoyance He was slightly crouched and walking rather loaded legged toward the street. I slowed down and stopped beside him, and asked if he was OK ; a brief view of my childhood flashed in my mind, long ago adventures with my honest-to-goodness comrade. He said he was OK, just lived about three blocking from the store, and was dying to pee. The bath in the depot were closed for cleanup, and he was trying to carry about five travelling bag of groceries. My van has electric door, I hit the button to afford the sliding threshold, and told him to hop in, I could serve.

He climbed in and asked how I could help with having to pee so bad, it was burning. I pulled into one of the end parking places and asked him if he liked being watched while he peed. He smiled slightly, and said yes. I climbed into the spine with him, and offered him an empty one cubic decimeter water feeding bottle that had a blanket mouth. He took it and looked rather surprised when I started unzipping his trouser. I pulled his cock out, stretched it to it's full duration, about six inches, and skinny, unmown, with nicely trimmed pubic pilus. I told him I liked the way it looked, that I thought it was a really squeamish turncock. He stuttered a picayune, and asked me if I was gay. I told him I wasn't then told him about the flashback of retentiveness as I asked if he was OK. He loved the story of my sr. brother and I peeing out our bedroom window during the night. It was in the 1950's and we didn't have air conditioning or screens, just big window that slid up to open, with wide Sills, nice to sit on.

As I told him about the window, I eased his foreskin back, revealing a decent, pointed, pink cockhead. I've watched as lot of smut moving-picture show, straight and gay, and I've never seen one as hopeful pink, and nicely shaped. I poked that middling head into the bottle, and held his pecker as he peed. It was sonant and warm, and I could find the pee running through the vacuum tube on the bottom He got almost finished pee, so I started sliding his foreskin up and down. His putz started hardening, and grew at least another inch. The head darkened, and got hard as well.

I asked him if he minded if I stroked his nice cock and made him cum, that I wanted to iterate some of my memories and see a man cum while I held his hammer. He leaned back, and told me I could fiddle with it all I wanted. His cock hardened and pointed almost straight up as I slid my hired man up and down its entire length, enjoying how it trembled slightly with each diagonal. As I watched his dick and stroked it, I had a sudden desire to do something I have never done ; I couldn't make myself do it with my brother, but I wanted to try sucking on his putz some. He said that it was OK, he liked his cock being sucked. When I told him it would be my first meter sucking a cock, he said he would warn me if he started to cum.

I ran my tongue around his pink head teacher, then pushed the tip of my tongue against the tip of his principal and slid his foreskin up onto my spit ; that felt so skilful. He moaned and asked for more sucking and licking, so I slid my rim down to conform to his foreskin. I slid my lips up and down with his foreskin. After a few moment, I felt and tasted his warm pre-cum starting to ooze out into my mouth. I opened my mouth and licked it off as it came out.

As I licked his warmly pre-cum from the tip of is cock, it started twitching and jerking ; he said he was cumming, so I moved my mouth. I wanted to take in that squeamish cock spurt it's man juice. He tensed his ass cheeks up and a drop of nice livid man juice oozed out, followed by several concentrated spurts of thick cum. One hit the ceiling while the rest spurted up in the air and landed on the carpet.

When his afters cock stopped spurting, I pulled his foreskin back as far as it would go, and licked the last drib off the end of his pinko head. I told him that this was the kickoff clip I had ever tasted man juice. He smiled and said he was glad that his was the offset. I kissed the tip of his turncock and carefully tucked it away in his pants. He didn't have any underclothes on, so I slid two fingerbreadth into his privates to cut through that overnice cock as I zipped his pants up.

I took the jar, and pulled my tool out and take a leak into it, adding my pee to his. It was almost completely full now, and I had no thought where the lid was. As I fastened my pants, I looked around and saw that there was cypher in sight, so I opened the window and poured our pee out on the dry land. As I shook the final stage little bit out, he pointed out that we never said our names. I introduced myself, and he told me his name was Greg.

I asked him where he lived, I'd take him home so he didn't have to walk. He had a lowly two chamber house three blocks behind the shop. He said that when we got there could I stay a piece and let him pretend my cock jet. I was all for it.

We got to his business firm and inside, he locked the door, and immediately pulled my pants down, then completely undressed me, right there in front of the doorway. He held his hands up and asked me to undress him, which I gladly did. We dropped our wearing apparel there on the floor and went into his living room. He tossed the couch cushions on the floor and tugged on my mitt to sit with him.

As I sat down and leaned back against the couch, Greg started caressing my cock. He said he liked thick prick, they felt better as he played with them. The more he stroked my turncock, the harder it got, and the More I remembered fresh computer storage of my childhood.

"William Tell me what you're thinking,"Greg said.

"I remember a workweek after my one-sixth birthday, my brother had two friends coming over Sat afternoon. I had an idea they were going to be playing around with each other like my brother and I had been, because he wanted me to go down the street to our oldest sister's house and bid with her kids in their wading syndicate. I hid in the closet and waited to see what happened. Sure enough, as soon as hey got there, clothes hit the floor and manus were all over each others cocks. They peed out the window right quick, and started pumping each other, and patting each others butt cheeks, They were just getting deep into their child's play, when I sneezed. They all jumped, and my brother pulled me out of the closet. I told him I would tell our Church Father where the money was going from mother's pocketbook if he didn't let me consider portion. He reluctantly allowed me. One of the boys, I didn't know their figure, said I was way too minor to make love, they would rip me open if they tried. He suggested using a lot of sister oil and just sliding their cocks between my ramification from behind. I said yes, and stood up on my step pot, laying my breast across the bed. They took go sliding their heavy cocks between my ramification and pumping away until they shot their man juice on me. It was hot, and my balls were starting to cling down. Their cum spurted against the back of my balls and felt so good. Then they took turns sucking on my peter. After the second one started, I felt a funny prickling inside, and had my first sexual climax. After that, almost every night my sidekick would slip his rooster between my legs and fuck me until he squirted on my balls."

"Do you desire me to recapitulate that for you ?"

"Yes, I want so much to feel a nice toilsome dick spurting against the spinal column of my ballock again."

From the combination of Greg pumping my cock, and the fond memory, my hammer was dripping pre-cum, and about to explode. I told Greg I was cumming, he got on his human knee between me, told me to film my load down his throat, and buried near of my unvoiced pecker in his lip. He fondled my lump as he bobbed up and down on my now strict hammer. I felt the orgasm about to explode ; I pushed my coxa up to meet his bobbing, and blasted into his warm, moist mouth. Greg gulped down every pearl, and licked my prick clean and jerk.

After we recovered, Greg had me put my stomach and articulatio humeri on the couch, and get on my articulatio genus. He disappeared for a minute, and came back with a small bottle of lotion, which he was generously rubbing all over his hardening cock. He set the nursing bottle next to me and got on his stifle behind me.

He pushed tight up against me, letting his peter slide up my ass crack ; what a terrific feeling. Greg leaned forward and whispered, just getting my kernel good and fix, bask it.

After rubbing his hard prick in my ass crack for a few mo, Greg started sliding it between my pegleg, picayune by little. Each push went a fiddling deeper until he was bumping my ballsack. It felt so good feeling the garden pink tip of his cock bumping into my poke ; my cock got hard again. As he pushed his slender but hard cock in and out of my pegleg, he rubbed and stroked my cock. Soon, I felt his body tighten against mine, as he squeezed my cock hard. One concluding hard shove, and his warm juice started spraying against my sack. It felt so good, and brought back memory that I have farseeing cherished.

Greg fell back, his cock making a plopping strait as it popped out from my legs. I turned around to him and thanked him for the tally fun he just brought me. Slightly out of breather, he said that he enjoyed it as well, and was thinking that he might be able-bodied to do something else for me.

( See Afternoon fun vol 2 to find out what he did for me. )